Exhausted

Life drags on, my sorrow persists. No drive or energy to carry me through. Down trodden for causes unknown. Astounding emptiness. Hollowness that knows no bounds. Echos of despair. Lonely wandering, meandering through time and space. Just another day, another hour, another minute. Endless time, a constant enemy. All I long for is for time to end, for me. No reason, no purpose, no cause, no meaning. Cyclical sorrow, the curse of tomorrow, if only I could borrow, hope. Meaning. A reason for this thing called life. I'm over it. Good night